Just finished, physically and mentally exhausted.

The specific process doesn't need to be repeated one by one, anyway, it's tiring.

Working on the factory floor, from the beginning of the dazed, then to the panic, then to the sadness, then to the anger, and finally numbness.

All the bad emotions in human nature came one after another, and I was a little overwhelmed.

However, in the end, I still survived.

Just now, an old classmate told me on WeChat that he wanted me to partner with him to start a business and open a public account - he may think that many public account big Vs have gained fame and fortune, so he thinks this is a promising way to start a business.

However, when I rejected him, the old classmate talked to me about my dreams and feelings for the night, and warned me that I could not refuse him, and I decisively deleted him.

Then he sent a text message and called, saying a bunch of heartfelt words, the main meaning is: "I have failed all these years, I want to chase my dreams, and at the same time I don't want to see you fail like this, I hope you will chase your dreams with me......"

I don't know, opening a WeChat public account has a woolen relationship with chasing dreams.

But I reluctantly told him calmly, "I suggest you make a concrete plan first." ”

"I already have a plan," he said. ”

Then, he didn't say what his plan was.

But I can probably guess that his so-called plan should be: apply for an official account on WeChat - write all kinds of articles on the official account - and wait for the official account to have more fans to receive advertisements to earn money - nothing more.

He gave me the feeling that I could write good articles - I must be able to write good articles every day - I must be able to write good articles every day and make people like me - in the end, I must be able to achieve my dreams with it - in short, he thought: I must be able to make a lot of money.

I laughed.

The old classmate also felt my sneer, and he finally gave up the idea of asking me to "start a business" with him, and then he said a bunch of heartfelt words, the main meaning: You have changed, you were not like this before, we will meet in the future as if we don't see each other, break off friendship!

As soon as he finished speaking, I decisively blocked him.

I'm twenty-one years old, and I can clearly tell what is "chasing a dream" and what is "talking on paper", and I can clearly discern whether a person's thoughts are "deliberate" or "whimsical".

During my part-time job, I wanted to use my brain to write more than once, but the high load of working 12 hours or even 13 hours a day made it impossible for me to think about the plot at all.

However, before I started working, my ideal state was to work as a factory worker and write novels at the same time.

As a result, I simply couldn't do it.

In theory and in fact, a person's energy is limited. A lot of times, there's really no way to make things as perfect as you imagined.

Over the years, I have not dared to imagine things in the direction of "good", but have made more reasonable speculations based on my own situation, and the result of this reasonable speculation is that in fact, I can't do anything well.

Why?

Because, I'm not smart enough, I'm not tough enough, I'm not brave enough.

The most important thing is that I am not educated......

Uneducated does not mean that my diploma is too low, although the college diploma is indeed very low in this era of "there are many undergraduates like dogs, masters are everywhere, and doctors often emerge" - but what I mean by uneducated means: my cultivation is not enough.

Up to now, I have neither profound knowledge nor logical thinking; I have neither the tranquility of tranquility nor the calmness of fearlessness; I can't be angry or angry, and I can't be tolerant of the world......

I still have a lot of shortcomings.

Many times, I want to be better, but this awareness of knowing that I am not good enough makes me worse.

For example: I know that the story I write is full of shortcomings, and when I was desperately trying to get it right - I had been on a break for three months......

I think that the angry banana of the god of online literature will also feel this way......

People really can't take life for granted.

When I realized that I couldn't do everything, I had to give up something in order to get something.

So I turned down the invitation of the old classmate who had been blocked by me, in order to focus the rest of my time on the story I had written.

So I took a break for two or three months so that the rest of the story could be as reasonable as possible.

Of course, is it true that a person with no capital will definitely hit the street if he opens an official account? Isn't it true that a story written by an author who is constantly more persistent is not good?

Of course not.

It's just that I'm a stupid and lazy person with no talent, and I can only act within my ability.

It's hard for me to do things that are beyond my means, no matter how much I desire them.

The new chapter was halfway written - and deleted again.

I feel that the writing is too impetuous, and it should be better.

After two months of working in a factory, my writing has become rusty, and I have tried to update it as much as possible in the past two days.

That's it. Good night.